Kneading the Breasts of the Gloomy Busty Girl in Silent Night
A silent night, not even a single insect crying. Kneading the chest of the gloomy big-breasted girl fast asleep. He scanned his surroundings and quietly passed through the hallway. A room with a sign reading [Lina]. Pressing his ear to the door, he heard faint breathing. If anyone saw him, there'd be no excuse—he'd be utterly caught red-handed. But he couldn't turn back with ripe fruit right in front of him.
Gulp. He swallowed hard from the tension, then cracked the door open and slipped inside carefully. As soon as he entered, a faint peach scent brushed his nose. They'd said you could tell someone's personality by looking at their room. The interior was decorated with cute stuffed animals like bunny dolls and posters of various characters. The bookshelf was packed with magic tomes, and by the bedside lay a novel, as if she'd been reading it right before sleep. A scene perfectly suiting her timid personality.
Shifting his gaze, he spotted a woman lying on the pink bed. Lina. The owner of this room he'd invaded. She was asleep clutching a white bunny-printed blanket up to her neck. Tilting his head, he heard her soft breaths: whoosh—whoosh. For today, he'd secretly laced her food with Sleep Magic, or rubbed mana onto her keychains and such so it would naturally absorb into her. An ancient method of manifesting magic, now lost to time. He'd put a lot of effort into this spell, so it wouldn't break from ordinary shocks. He'd tested it multiple times—he was certain.
He swallowed again and checked his watch. About 30 minutes left. Any longer would be risky. Pulling back the blanket covering her revealed her hidden figure. At a glance, her petite stature could be mistaken for a child's. Her ample breasts rose and fell with each breath. Seeing this pure girl, ignorant of men, lying so defenselessly, excitement boiled within him.
"Huff... huff..." Unable to hold back any longer, he climbed on top of her. Her pajamas printed with giraffes, pandas, monkeys, and more. He roughly unbuttoned the top and yanked the bottoms down to her ankles, underwear and all. Her pale skin welcomed the intruder without resistance. She slept on soundly like a bunny, oblivious to her plight. That fragile, animal-like vulnerability filled him with a sense of taboo corruption.
"Lina, if you don't wake up now, I might just fuck you for real?" Grabbing her breasts with both hands, they overflowed, sinking into his grip. That innocent face hiding such lewd tits! How many boys had pulled all-nighters fantasizing over these? Unforgivable. He'd knead them thoroughly and punish these slutty breasts. Knead-knead—her pure white mounds shifted shapes under his touch.
Leon whispered into her ear. "Lina, your tits are getting played with like crazy. You okay with that? Huh?" Lost in dreamland, she naturally couldn't respond.
"No answer? Guess that means it's fine to keep going?" Getting bored of just fondling, he squeezed hard. She winced sharply.
"Mmgh..." At her stirring, he pulled his hands away, fearing she'd wake. But realizing this much wouldn't rouse her, he got annoyed at his own scare and smack-smack slapped her breasts.
Changing position, he swirled one nipple with his tongue while gently scraping the other with his fingertips. Soon, faint moans escaped her.
"Hnn..." Satisfied that she was feeling it from his caresses, he bit down hard on the nipple with his teeth. Her shoulders twitched.
A body that had never allowed a man was unknowingly accepting unfamiliar pleasure. This time, he pulled out his swollen cock from his pants and rubbed it against her tightly closed pussy. Unable to resist his persistent touch, her lewd juices flowed out. Slipping just the tip in, her slick folds welcomed the guest. Despite being a virgin, a bit more force and it might slide right in. He almost thrust deep on impulse but remembered the Sleep Magic couldn't withstand the pain of deflowering and pulled out.
Today was just reconnaissance—enough to let her body get used to these sensations. Soon enough, she'd beg him to pierce her virgin pussy herself. When that day came, he'd pound her day and night.
"Hoo..." Exercising Buddha-like restraint, he tried shifting focus from her pussy. But it winked and clenched, as if demanding his cock. Considering her lack of experience, her pussy might be a genius.
I'll fuck you soon, so be patient. He smacked the cheeky slit leaking arousal from minimal touching, then wedged his cock between her breasts instead. The mounds bore red handprints from his kneading. Spitting for lube, her full tits enveloped his shaft warmly. Rocking his hips, her soft warmth caressed him tenderly.
Using a clueless sleeping girl's tits as a living onahole—pure bliss... Each upward thrust brought the emerging glans to her lips. It tapped her soft, innocent mouth, smearing precum. The thrill of defiling untouched red fruit heightened his mood. Squish... squish... Saliva and precum mixed, producing obscene friction sounds between cock and cleavage.
Climax building faster than usual, he realized there were no tissues and shoved his glans into her mouth.
"Nghh, cumming!" Thick white semen poured onto her red tongue.
"Hope you're not disappointed your first kiss was with a dick?" Lingering spurts wiped on her lips like tissue.
"You'll taste it plenty from now on, so savor it." Pinching her nose forced her to swallow the load in her mouth, and he patted her head for her hard work.
Checking the watch—barely a minute left. He hastily fixed her clothes, tidied up, and covered her with the blanket. Finally, he placed the recording crystal in the spot he'd eyed, then slipped out carefully.
Fortunately, he escaped the girls' dorm without running into anyone. Leon soothed today's excitement, looking forward to his next visit.
A few more nights passed. Oversleeping, Lina hurried to class. As an adult, being late was unacceptable. Lately, she'd been sleeping in a lot. The alarm spell blared multiple times before she'd finally wake. On those days, she was always drenched in sweat. Lately, my condition's been off, she thought. Sometimes a weird squid-like stench lingered in her room, but she couldn't pinpoint the cause.
Phew... made it. Thanks to rushing, she arrived with time to spare. Embarrassed to enter through the front, she quietly opened the back door. Creak—the sound drew brief glances, but they lost interest upon seeing her face. No one greeted her, nor did she greet anyone. As usual, head down, she shuffled to her seat. She avoided looking at the chattering groups having fun.
The familiar marble floor came into view. Some boys' sticky gazes raked over her body; girls shot jealous glares—but Lina didn't notice. She was a non-entity in this classroom. She'd thought her shyness would fade in adulthood, but walls built over years didn't crumble easily. Since childhood, rumors called her a slut just for existing; talking to a boy got her labeled a tail-wagging whore. Even approaching other girls, they'd scatter, leaving her awkwardly alone. Each incident deepened her social anxiety, sealing her heart shut.
Lina sat and pulled out the novel from last night. A light novel about a discriminated protagonist becoming a grand mage. I don't need friends anyway. Reading novels or studying magic is more fun than noisy chatter. My grades are better that way too. I'm investing in my future happiness, not the present. After graduation, I'll be a cool royal mage standing before crowds. Then no one can ignore me!
She naturally imagined herself as the protagonist. Once I succeed, if those who ignored me come crawling for reconciliation, I'll kick them out. ...Kicking might be too much? If they sincerely apologize, maybe we can be friends. Then adventure together to defeat the demon king. Lost in slaying villains in the story, she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Hey."
The voice felt so real... Wait, someone was actually tapping her shoulder!
"Eek? Hup." Idiot! What kind of weird noise was that? What if they think I'm crazy? Stay calm. Ask naturally why they called.
"Uh... wh-why the shoulder... I mean..."
"I like you. Let's date."
"M-Muah?!"